The following is a haiku poem based off of the microfiction I composed from a tweet.
Cold winds pierce my face
as I trek through snow and ice
to escape the noise
Cold winds pierce my face
as I trek through snow and ice
to escape the noise
The following is a microfiction story based on a tweet of mine:
"probably shouldn't have waited until the night before to write this paper. and why do they keep it so cold in the library?!"
After a long day of classes I finally plop down on the couch ready for a night of TV and food. Halfway through a rousing episode of Jersey Shore (guilty pleasure) it dawns on me that I have a five page paper due tomorrow. It comes as no surprise to me that it is now the night before the due date and I have not a single word on paper. But now it was time to get serious. I turn on my laptop, instinctively hop on Facebook for a few minutes, and open Microsoft Word. I managed to type my name and date on the top of the paper and then found myself staring at the blank page unable to focus on anything but the voices of my three very loud roommates yacking and the television blaring from the other room. After spending twenty minutes alternating between Facebook and attempting to block out all of the background noise, I managed to get two crappy sentences down on the page. I quickly realize that I have to get out of here.
I make the long trek through campus, walking on poorly plowed sidewalks covered with patches of ice and snow, as the wind whips my hair and stings my face. Finally I arrive at the library, with frazzled hair and dried out watering eyes ready to get down to business. I sit down at a cubicle, turn on my laptop, open the word document, check Facebook one last time, then get to work. The library is eerily quiet the second week of the semester. After ten minutes I realize that my fingers have not thawed out from the cold, and I had to put my jacket back on. “Are they trying to freeze me out of the library?! “ I thought. I struggled for the next two hours through the silence and freezing cold to finish the assignment.
The next day I show up to class miserable and exhausted, only to find out the due date had been pushed back a week.
"probably shouldn't have waited until the night before to write this paper. and why do they keep it so cold in the library?!"
After a long day of classes I finally plop down on the couch ready for a night of TV and food. Halfway through a rousing episode of Jersey Shore (guilty pleasure) it dawns on me that I have a five page paper due tomorrow. It comes as no surprise to me that it is now the night before the due date and I have not a single word on paper. But now it was time to get serious. I turn on my laptop, instinctively hop on Facebook for a few minutes, and open Microsoft Word. I managed to type my name and date on the top of the paper and then found myself staring at the blank page unable to focus on anything but the voices of my three very loud roommates yacking and the television blaring from the other room. After spending twenty minutes alternating between Facebook and attempting to block out all of the background noise, I managed to get two crappy sentences down on the page. I quickly realize that I have to get out of here.
I make the long trek through campus, walking on poorly plowed sidewalks covered with patches of ice and snow, as the wind whips my hair and stings my face. Finally I arrive at the library, with frazzled hair and dried out watering eyes ready to get down to business. I sit down at a cubicle, turn on my laptop, open the word document, check Facebook one last time, then get to work. The library is eerily quiet the second week of the semester. After ten minutes I realize that my fingers have not thawed out from the cold, and I had to put my jacket back on. “Are they trying to freeze me out of the library?! “ I thought. I struggled for the next two hours through the silence and freezing cold to finish the assignment.
The next day I show up to class miserable and exhausted, only to find out the due date had been pushed back a week.